“Transform” said Melissa, incredulously.
As Jessica held the paper, Jen took a minute to think before she wrote out with her mouth: “For your transformation, your nose and butthole will swap places. Both will still work fine despite their new location, and your insides will rearrange to compensate. Reality will shift so that nobody other than us three know anything changed.”
As soon as Melissa finished reading, her face suddenly changed. Her nose inverted into a puckered hole, and her glasses changed to compensate her lack of a nose. “What?” She asked in a nasally sounding voice, putting a hand to her face. She gasped as her finger brushed her misplaced anus.
Jessica’s jaw hung slack as Jen celebrated triumphantly. “I told you I wasn’t crazy!” She wrote sloppily. “Quick, use the curse to change us back to normal!”
Jess looked panicked, taking the pencil. “No please, don’t do it!”
“Is anyone else freaked out by the fact I have a butthole on my face? Or is it just me?” She flexed her misplaced pucker in protest, touching it with her fingers in disbelief. She accidentally let out a little toot, before covering her face in shame. “This is so weird…. Oh no, I think I have to… I’ll be right back.”
As she rushed to the toilet, Melissa felt a strange pressure in her throat. Leaning over the bowl, she felt her misplaced bowels shift, pushing the brown log out from the middle of her face and into the toilet. “This is so wrong…” Fortunately, her misplaced nostrils were far away from the bowl, though they were still filled with the smell of sweaty ass cheeks and her own pussy, which was in such close proximity to it. Still, having to stare down into the bowl while she did her business was quite nauseating.
She wiped her face as best she could with toilet paper, before turning around to empty her bladder. With her nose now firmly inside of the toilet bowl as she pissed, she struggled to hold in the contents of her stomach. “We have to fix this…” she groaned, gagging.